[Esgallhugwen]

NAME: Poppy Goldworthy

AGE: 26

RACE: Hobbit (Fallohide)

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: A set of four small daggers given to Poppy by her grandpa (which shocked her mother I might add)

APPEARANCE: With a freckled face as cute as a plum, Poppy has bountiful curls of dark brown hair and stands around 3'4". She has a slightly thinner build than most hobbit's although she eats enough. Her dazzling green eyes light up her face like twinkling stars.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Poppy is very stubborn and passionate about things she deeply cares about. But she has an open mindedness that most of her fellow Hobbits have trouble conveying in such times and among the Big Folk. She practices with her little dagger set every day by the wood on a dry dead stump; she cherishes the gift of her grandfather very much. Her weakness at times is getting involved in trying to help someone or something when it is none of her business. She will even help out if she receives no reward in turn.

HISTORY: Like most hobbits they all know one another very well and although Poppy can find some of her aquaintances very annoying or even dull, she'll politely listen to what they have to say or what they ask her to do. Her family isn't really known for much and is content simply to work in a garden (although at times an adventure of sorts will spark their fancy). Her dear old grandpa taught her everything she needs to know about dagger skills.
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FIRST POST :

Poppy sat content next to her grandpa, Mungo Goldworthy, in the garden. Flowers of all sorts sprang out of the ground in colourful bursts among the green grass.

Poppy inhaled deeply the sweetness of their scent while Mungo leaned back and sniffed the sweet aroma of the leek soup that wafted up to his nostrils . She pondered the news that came to Bree, a group of people were coming and weren't expected to be all that friendly.

Poppy hoped dearly that no great harm would come to anyone including the Big Folk even if she thought them to be a little queer at times. 'So Poppy my dear little grandaughter, what seems to be on your mind? you seemed concerned 'bout something' Mungo ruminated. 'I must be honest with you, I'm a little concerned about the news that came today, you know about those bandits are heading our way'

'I know what your talking about, sweety, I might be old but I'm not deaf' he laughed lazily picking up his spoon and helping himself to a generous portion of the thick green broth, licking his lips in appreciation of the savory taste. He stared out contentedly across the garden as the delicate petals of the autumn flowers bobbed and nodded in the late afternoon sun.

'Perhaps picking some fruit and vegetables from the garden will take my mind off of it for a while, I'll bring a basket of strawberries and rasberries for you if you like and while I'm at it some peas and potatoes for dinner'. Poppy stood up and straightened out her green dress; picking up the two baskets next to her she set about going through the bushes of raspberries, then kneeling down to get to the strawberries, every so often indulging herself.
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Carry along child:

Name: Lily Whitefoot
Age:6

Race:Hobbit

History: Lily is one of the neighbors of Poppy. She is a sweet little child and very polite but scared of the size and loud voices of the Big Folk. Poppy is a constant companion for "Little Lily" as some call her, Poppy always makes sure Lily stays well out of harms way.

[ September 29, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]